once <br />she came to me…then <br />she sang to me…then <br />that I was her chosen one <br /> <br />we were bold <br />naked, let go <br />and <br />turning the day <br />to <br />night <br /> <br />but <br />she flees in me…what <br />she sees in me…what <br />we wish for can never be won <br /> <br />so we’re told <br />never let <br />go on <br />so I hold you <br />to <br />night <br /> <br />still <br />she waits for me…but <br />she wails for me…but <br />we’ve nothing before to become <br /> <br />gifts turn old <br />you turn to <br />go out <br />giving them all <br />to <br />night <br /> <br />now <br />she swears at me…when <br />she tears at me…when <br />there’s so much that we have undone <br /> <br />will we hold- <br />never let <br />go- on <br />as we pass on <br />to <br />night<br /><br />Tears In Rain<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/to-night-4/
